She’s quiet, but I can feel something unspoken in the air. I’ve learned by now that she’ll say what she has to either way, but letting her do it on her own terms is a sure way to get a few extra points. And extra information—Maeveloves to talk.
“You’ve changed your mind.” She doesn’t explain what she’s talking about, but I’m pretty sure either way.
“I have.”
“Why?” She starts drawing little circles on my chest with her finger.
I exhale slowly, trying to find the right words. “It’s hard not to when I was forced into it.”
She tries pulling away jerkily, but I pull her back to my side where she belongs.
“Relax, I’m joking. It was destined to happen. It was either we’d fight or fuck.” Then I add with a laugh, “We’re good at both.”
Her snort into my skin is the only answer until the heavy silence fills the space, and I know she wants to say something.
“You said,” she whispers, “I’ll be the end of everything you’ve built.”Fucking hell, it was a moment of orgasm-induced weakness. I hoped she didn’t notice.“What did you mean?”
I’m not ready for this conversation. Not yet. Not after everything we both have felt. On my terms, when I’m ready, I’ll explain it. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe never. I don’t want to destroy this blissful moment I’ve never felt before.
Today is too good to ruin it with the truth.
“Not now, Maeve. It’s… complicated.”
She swallows. “Okay.”
I feel her withdrawing after that, and this is the last thing I want. Having her in my arms is the best thing I’ve felt in years, or maybe even my whole life, and her silent detachment hurts more than I expected.
I let her get up and put her clothes back on while silently watching her fast movements. When she’s out of the bungalow, I pull my boxers on and follow her. She’s walking toward the water, and my eyes zero in on her thighs. Specifically, on the dripping cum on the insides ofthem. I’ve never thought of the view being so arousing, but it is.
I fucked up.
Well, maybe not. To think of it.
“Maeve,” I call her, coming closer. “I came inside of you.”
“I’ve noticed,” she replies without turning back and starts cleaning it with the salty water. For some incomprehensible reason, it drives me mad. Her desire to get rid of the evidence of my presence so fast.
“I will take care of it.” I swallow a giant dry lump in my throat. “Of you.”
A nasty glare is all I get for me trying to be considerate of her well-being.
“What the hell do you mean?”
“I mean.” I clear my throat and straighten my back. “I’ll take care of you and a baby if we, you know.” I gesture at her midriff.
She rolls her eyes and goes back to cleaning. “I’m on a shot.”
“Come again?”
She slowly turns her face to me and raises her brow with an obviously sarcastic question.
“I mean how are you on a shot? Why?”
She blinks like I’m the stupid one here. “Because I’m twenty-three and have a healthy sex life.”
I feel my jaw clenching on its own, probably snapping a few teeth in the process. “Healthy sex life?” I repeat her words slowly.
Another deliberately measured blink from her with a clear meaning to drive me nuts.
